PFC Chapter 903 Beware of Internet Fraud (Please Refresh)
Chapter 903 Beware of Internet Fraud (Please Refresh)
Chapter 903 Beware of Internet Fraud (Please Refresh)
The Wanxiang Celestial Sphere, known as the 'Present Simulator', was connected to sixteen super-giant computing centers before the Utopia was split.
As the name suggests, it is to simulate the possible development of the current situation and verify special circumstances.
Most of the time, this item serves as a simulator to calculate the potential of new members. The "New World" equation is implanted in it. Once a subject walks in, the "New World" equation will mobilize all the computing power at the disposal of the Universal Sphere to evolve and create a real world.
In the new world, everyone will forget the past without any noticeable influence and start a new and ideal life.
After all members of the Golden Dawn were frozen into the Abyss, this precious heavenly legacy was used to recruit new members. They distributed invitations to the Abyss throughout the land.
It is not only to screen out good candidates, but also to make the subjects fall into the abyss silently while they are fanatically pursuing the beauty of the new world.
Even so, there are still people who flock to it.
Of course, for Golden Dawn veterans, this equipment also has a private use.
such as
Acts as a top-of-the-line VR device and attacks in Gundam form.
All the pornographic films, yellow porn, and hentai downloaded from the current environment, no matter what kind of obscene things they are, even the world of tentacle play and women's clothing mountains can be completely created, and the initiator can be the protagonist to enjoy the "beauty".
This is a benefit only for old employees.
However, there were too many people who did this secretly, and after the fall of Heaven, the strength of the server was no longer as strong as before, which led to frequent downtime of Wanxiang Tianqiu, so that the top management had to order a strict investigation and crackdown on this behavior.
"Ugh"
In the 13th experimental area of Golden Dawn, the shift change time had just arrived and a miserable experimenter walked in with a express delivery.
While sighing, he opened the package smuggled in from the current territory and took out the new work from the "Snow Woman's Kaleidoscope" series in front of his colleagues.
"Green Day are even more evil than the Giant Goose Group. They charged me three times the price of the genuine CD for a pirated CD."
"Lorenza, your philosophy videotape."
"Lan Luo, your chamber of secrets series."
Faced with these banned items, most people are not interested.
"Just throw it there."
There is no way to use the new world's server to download the raw film from the current environment, and then use the convenience of my position to inspect it.
This resource is only so attractive, not to mention that now is a busy time.
[Current observation failed and is being restarted. The hell calendar function failed and is being reset.]
[Elysium is in a state of silence.]
[Witch Night cannot be previewed]
[Restart again]
"What on earth are Woodman and Yeats doing? Controller, go ask Mathers."
“Who knows, after the Suluzhi Quotes were activated, the present world and the Land of Bliss both exploded at the same time.”
"The server's computing power is insufficient, and the Wanxiang Celestial Sphere is down again. Keep a record to prevent those idiots from pointing fingers at us again."
"Can the world end soon? Damn, I still have to go to work even though it's frozen."
After all means in District 13 failed, the workers at all workstations simply maintained the necessary signal responses and scheduled restarts, but compared to a computer crash, the current situation was more like a system poisoning.
"I say, since we can't do anything, the Wanxiang Celestial Sphere is just sitting there doing nothing anyway."
"I don't want to embarrass myself again."
"What are you thinking? I mean, we use the computing power of the server to surf the Internet!"
In fact, everyone understood it, but Mathers didn't, so everyone could only pretend not to understand, otherwise they would be forced to nag for a long time.
At first, only one worker started to slack off, and no one took the situation seriously.
He opened the dark web, logged into the forum, and clicked on the nearest Hell Game Community.
——The new concept PV "Paradise of Eternal Life" is now online. If you want to continue the story of "Paradise of Past Life", then join us!
A promotional advertisement like this is posted on the homepage.
I don't know how much money a certain company has spent on operating this thing. Even the dark web is full of this stuff. He knows about "Paradise in the Past Life", but where did this "Paradise for All Time" come from?
Never heard of it.
The worker clicked in subconsciously, and saw a vast expanse of white.
stuck?
Just when the staff member was about to close the page, a pink-haired elf-eared paper-like girl winked at him, and then the girl drew her bow.
Click.
He clicked close.
I'm sorry, as a sentimental old pervert, I'm tired of this image. There is no Alicia in reality, and there are only ranchers in the paradise. Every time time goes by, the feelings become more and more indifferent.
The worker continued to tour, and just when he was a little bored, he gently shook the phone with his right hand, tilting it about
Om-!
An advertisement window popped up and automatically jumped to the new link interface.
"???"
The dark web also uses the "shake it" method? !
In the confused eyes of the staff, there was another vast expanse of white, and then the four words "Eternal Paradise" appeared.
I will play the role of a filial son to lead you guys in a moment.
The angry employee sneered and was about to turn off the advertisement, but at this moment, a paper man that had never been seen before appeared in the light.
The long black hair, platinum eyes, and six angel wings appeared a little vaguely sacred in the light. They were looking down upon the earth solemnly, and a gospel chant like a hymn was playing.
"He descends upon the light and draws upon souls for nourishment" - Limited SSR Goddess of Light
The world began to fall apart. Under the shattered sky and above the burning earth, the gods waved their hands indifferently.
The paradise of the past was destroyed, the eternal disaster swallowed up countless possibilities, countless waves intertwined, and finally became the only one.
"Gurgle." The worker came to his senses and his hands began to tremble.
It was just an animated advertisement, but he felt destroyed on a soul level.
Those cold platinum eyes seemed to transcend the distinction between the second and third dimensions, ignoring the Internet and mobile phone screens, and glimpsed his long-rotten and dilapidated soul.
Oh my god, this is unavoidable
So cool!
"What are you looking at?" Lorenza asked.
"Look at this, I'm so blown away!"
The promotion and missionary work began, with waves of roars and shouts. Soon, everyone, including the person in charge of the 13th District of the Golden Dawn, aimed at the starting device of the Universal Sphere.
“It’s a waste if computing power is left idle anyway”
“Modeling, data, and plots can all be downloaded from the dark web.”
"Then let's make an exception this time."
The Vientiane Sphere, activate——!!!
Each member wore a helmet.
[We are transiting through the Land of Ultimate Bliss and entering the Land of Eternal Paradise. The new world is beginning to be established.]
After the data downloaded from the dark web was imported, new information popped up on the Vientiane Sphere and Observatory, which had been silent for a long time.
principal:"???"
The staff who were preparing to do the work were dumbfounded. They stared at the message blankly.
Snapped!
Like the echo of broken glass.
A ray of light like pure white flame leaped, and a compassionate and melodious aria echoed in everyone's ears. In an instant, the entire huge facility that remained in the present world lost its response.
In the silence, only a ray of cold holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth burst out silently, illuminating everything.
The Land of Nothingness, Central District.
The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and the orange-red light gave the somewhat messy room a warm hue.
On the coffee table, a magnifying glass was placed on a section of the obituary column of the Times. Several surnames were magnified. Mathers silently withdrew his gaze from it and fixed it on Holmes, who had a sharp face and a slender hooked nose.
It is not a human being with a soul, but a spirit formed by images and records. The Golden Dawn preserves the "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes". In exchange, the detective will provide three services to the Golden Dawn.
But now.
"I'm sorry." Holmes put down his pipe and shook his head slowly.
"I don't know, I don't have an answer to even what has changed about Woodman, except that he is no longer a meme."
The mystery surrounding the rancher, the mystery surrounding the Woodman, many mysteries piled on top of each other.
So abrupt.
There is no reason.
In the past two short hours, both the present world and hell were in chaos, and the rancher who was clinging to the present world was stirring up the vortex in hell at the same time.
The Golden Dawn can ignore the gains and losses brought about by this change, but it cannot ignore where this change comes from.
“It’s okay” Mathers wasn’t surprised.
They were just curious about when Woodman, the ultimate traitor, got involved with the rancher.
"Huai Shi." The detective uttered a name: "He is the source."
Countless fragmented events seemed to be connected by a spider web-like thread, and the weaver at the center was the young man who had caused a big incident at the border not long ago and was still safe and sound.
It's more like a butterfly flying in disorder, stumbling in a cloud of fog.
"He is the only S-rank on the Golden Dawn reserve seed list."
Mathers lamented: "Note is a very creative young man. We did try to absorb his ideas, but it's a pity."
The detective tapped his fingertips lightly on the coffee table. He lowered his eyes in thought, and frowned when he heard the other party mention "creation".
Suddenly, a newspaper from tomorrow's news attracted attention.
During special periods, one copy will be delivered every half hour.
The first and second editions range from "The current situation is about to be destroyed, the rancher starts a meal" to "The self-revolution of the purgatory factory owner".
The "Correction Value Buffet (Witch's Night)" that was just delivered, "Hells below depth 10 begin to float up, and the hells below depth 10 begin to reconstruct their ecology."
He pinched the monocle on his eye socket, finally got up from the recliner and rummaged through a pile of junk.
Not long after, a dusty book was turned out.
Holmes patted twice to shake off the dust on it. In his mind, what Woodman said and did when he went to the present scene kept flashing.
'The day of wrath, the end of the world, will be just as David and Sivira predicted. Everything in the world will turn into ashes.'
'A huge correction.'
'Floating hell, distorted environment, closed paradise'
When the long thinking came to an end, Holmes grasped the flash of inspiration and concluded: "That is not the rancher. Or rather, He will soon no longer be a rancher."
This conclusion was so bizarre that even Holmes found it hard to believe.
"What is He?" Mathers demanded.
"After being at the top of the food chain for a long time, He wanted to transcend the cycle of the food chain, or in other words"
The detective turned around and opened a dusty Bible. The pages of the first volume were yellowed, but the content related to Genesis came into view.
He paused for a moment and said, "I will fulfill the duties of the deceased god and wake up from hell as the god of creation until -
Create Heaven."
“He wants to create and reshape his own new world.”
All the tobacco in the pipe had turned to ashes. Holmes shook it off and sprinkled it on the Bible. The unextinguished sparks spread from the ashes and ignited the entire Bible.
Mathers' stunned expression was reflected in the raging fire.
“He is God.”
Holmes closed his eyes.
He ignored the fire, only feeling the temperature gradually rising. In the end, even in the darkness, the flames could penetrate his eyelids.
Mathers froze, but the vibration in his pocket brought him back to his senses. He took out his communication tool, glanced at the name of the person in charge of District 13 displayed on it, and answered the call.
"Hey?"
All you can vaguely hear is the sound of the tide and some music.
"Okay, I'll help you borrow the book."
Mathers put down his phone with a puzzled look on his face, while Holmes, who was not far away, observed him for a while and then silently moved a little further away.
"You should go, Mr. Lestrade."
The land of nothingness, the great library.
Fragments of countless records of events floated above the dome of the Great Library, shining beneath the seal of the mysteries.
He was temporarily restricted for allegedly colluding with the traitor Woodman and chanting a copy of the Great Mystery "The Sayings of Zuluchi".
But it doesn’t matter
Mathers appeared beside Yeats, and after nodding slightly, he took out "Beyond Good and Evil" from the fragments of records of many things.
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”
This fragmented record of past events left the library after being borrowed by Mathers.
When we returned to District 13, we saw that everyone was wearing helmets with dozens of cables plugged into the back.
He instinctively got furious and glared at the person in charge, but that guy also drooled with a silly smile on his face.
The old face with layers of wood grain suddenly twisted.
"Everyone will have a meeting later to write a report on the construction of spiritual civilization! One million words!"
There was no way to wake them up from the outside, so he could only put on a helmet, dive in, and prepare to pull those people back.
"Beyond Good and Evil" was casually placed aside, but it began to extract all miracles and disasters, crushing them all, and looking at the celestial sphere of all things to provide energy.
'Heaven and hell, you don't have the right to choose, only the fate of being chosen.'
There was a flickering white light and there seemed to be a whisper of prayer. After a moment of clarity, Mathers' temporary body had just taken shape when he saw a pigeon, a crow and a Cheshire cat standing in front of him.
"Another Golden Dawn otaku?" Crow said excitedly, "Come on, let me check if your development is normal~"
"Gu, do you believe in light?" asked the white dove.
"Light?" he repeated subconsciously.
"Did you mention light?"
The white dove's eyes widened, and its body swelled: "Cha-!"
Confused, Mathers watched in confusion as the pigeon stepped down with its paw.
(End of this chapter)